The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

Caroline, who left Weishardt behind and returned to the ground, told her father Royce and the family decree about the situation and her forecast for potion consumption.

Each hierarchy has a steady battle in place of a situation where demons overflow from the labyrinth. Of course, prediction is unacceptable, but it won't mean that demons will push in at once and there will be a large number of casualties. Conversely, since the battle is expected to be prolonged, it is likely that the potions will need to be delivered together by the time fatigue accumulates.

"Hmm, then let's get ready while we rest so we can move when we need to. Cal, you need to get some rest."

To Royce, who says so and works for Caroline,

"I will tell your brother the situation and then I will rest."

and went out to the city again.

There were already many injured people pushing to the clinic where Robert works.

"Brother, do you have enough potions?

"Cal. Is that your extraction? There is enough potion here as well as in the labyrinth. There's not enough people to treat it."

Robert, who answers that but doesn't stop.

"This is what happens because you block the wound with a potion with your demon fangs inside your body!

and angrily cutting open the patient's abdomen to remove foreign objects from the body.

Compared to his temporary gloomy appearance, he has a much livelier face. He is my brother who has been removed from the housekeeper, but it seemed to Caroline that this would have been a good idea to look at Robert now.

Nevertheless, it was unthinkable in a labyrinth city some time before, such as opening an adventurer whose body remained dirty, in a place where anyone like this could get in. A potion is convenient because it can be cured without any problems if the potion is used later.

"Absolutely! This is what happens to all the ignorant and obscure because they rely too much on potion! This is gonna be a hassle twice! All right, it's healed. Next!

Robert cures the adventurers even as they curse them, but the adventurers don't understand the hard word “ignorant monkey” or anything like that because it's as ignorant as he puts it.

Even if I did, Robert has a bad mouth instead of a polite tone, so I'm just going to flush it with the usual, but today's adventurer leaks his stupidity to the seriousness of the situation.

"If that's the case, I hope the young teacher comes to the labyrinth"

Now there will still be those who can come up the labyrinth and get treatment to this clinic, but not until they come here when the war is tougher.

I guess this aristocratic young man doesn't have the strength to fight in the labyrinth, but out of his anxiety about the demons with his life at stake, the adventurer leaked such a word.

"Hmm, I see that seems more efficient. Let's say so."

"Huh? Young Doctor!?

Robert started packing the treatment device in his bag with the glittering adventurer on his ass, saying he had no idea.

"Brother, I was wondering if I could have 20 tiers if I was going. Seems to have the most casualties. I will arrange for the transport of the potion for your brother to be used and the successor to this clinic."

"I'll take the trouble, Cal."

Shit and my brother leaving and the soldiers of the escort that follows. He just says he's said something extra, and even goes behind him to the treated adventurer.

While dropping them off, Caroline headed to an Adventurer Guild in the command room to get things done so that her brother could treat her fully.

The Leonhardts were moving on, cleaving the darkness that seemed like a perpetual heist.

I wonder how long it took me to start fighting in this dark hierarchy.

How many premium Regeneration (Regeneration) drugs is this?

Knock it down or knock it down. Keep knocking down the mighty enemies still and the Labyrinth Crusaders move forward.

No matter how many times they are wounded, no matter how many times their magic is depleted, they return to the front again with hundreds of potions created by the Alchemist (Mariella) following them.

The world of darkness, seemingly infinite, no longer even knowing where it came from, was slowly beginning to show change though.

The foot is as bumpy as it was decided, and the edges of the irregularities are obsessed with soft soil. Going back to such a place, I saw a twin tree growing there.

Seeing it from afar would have looked like a tree, even if the whole thing was clearly visible, if it was moved (...) or not (...) queued (...) n (...).

For example, there is nothing that can be called trunks, and many branches will have grown from the earth.

Even if it doesn't have as many leaves on it as it does.

Rather than trees, there are plants that, although they were such that trees inverted and roots appeared on the ground, do not have trunks and grow many branches from the ground. The way that its branches are intricately branched and spread, and the way that only five leaf veins are grown from their maple-like roots without leaf meat at the tip of a leafy branch, seems to be a dead tree.

However, what Leonhardt and the others knew was decidedly different from the tree was that the two trees were twisted to grasp something. The tip of the branch is not the only one shivering and moving in the wind. Every branch protruding from the ground is moving from its roots.

If you had seen the surrounding demons kicked close, you would have seen that even the five leaves that break up at the tip of the branch were filled with leaves.

"So this is the hand……"

I guess being a twin tree is a two-handed thing. He left his legs, tore his belly, and left his hands on the land.

The concept of leg walking turned into a "mountain of walking fire" or "multi-legged blade beast," and overflowed the belly with people and demons devoured by a flood of demon forest (stampede).

So what the hell is this' hand 'like?

Leonhardt's answer to the question was quickly obtained.

Because the ground in that direction was decided when the trees leaned heavily and showed a trick to grasp and pinch something, and a piece of dirt was created between them.

"There is nothing wrong with the hand of creation. Let's call it the Demon Hand of Creation.

Everyone! That's what this hierarchy is all about! It's a disobedient and abominable hand that creates more demons than dirt!

If we defeat that, none of these demons will be born anew at the earliest opportunity.

Excitement! The Lord of the Labyrinth is close!

Excitement! Our cut will be delivered to him soon!

Excitement, excitement and Leonhardt tell the soldiers.

Exasperation, exasperation and Leonhardt commands himself.

"Excitement!" "Excitement!

Dick, Nielenberg, and Leonhardt's soldiers speak up.

"Excitement!" "Excitement!" "Excitement!

Whether he fell or fell, he managed to get this far by joining the lamps of his life that were about to disappear, tearing apart his limbs and healing them with potions.

"Excitement!" "Excitement!" "Excitement!" "Excitement!

Health, magic, even strength, are far beyond their limits.

We made it this far by offering the future with premium regenerative drugs.

"Excitement!" still inspires my body. My vision is sumptuous, my exhaling breath is bloody and I can't even breathe.

It's painful. It's painful and painful and there's nothing left.

The easier I hope to stop here, the more my body and mind are shattered and there is no longer anything left.

But if I stop here, if I follow here, I won't even have my own proof of life left.

So everyone screams.

To reprimand oneself, to confront one's companions with encouragement.

"Excitement!" "Excitement!" "Excitement!" "Excitement!

Leonhardt waves his sword. Having slaughtered several cuts of demons, fatigue builds up due to lack, and it won't last long. Leonhardt wields that sword that represents his own state.

The roar of the Golden Lion that excites the soldiers, his men who follow him, reaches the hearts of every soldier, even if his throat is crushed and his voice is dried up.

Dick, each unit leader, inspires and inspires his men to storm again and again with his own weapon, which he could not handle. Their bodies, which have reached their limits, have a thousand muscles cut off every time they wave a weapon, their muscles ripped, and each time, the Regeneration (Regeneration) medicine heals them.

The claws of the demon are so bloody that the fangs, even if they hurt them and blew them over and over and over again, draining all the blood in their bodies, are not enough. Their bodies, which have slaughtered many times as many demons, are filled with blood of themselves and demons, and they are unlikely to be men.

Nielenberg continues to cure them like that. He will never put an end to the will of those who are willing to stand up and fight to move forward.

Because Nielenberg knows that no matter how much blood he stains, no matter how much pain he suffers, he will not screw up.

"Thank you to this place for being with me."

Siegmund pulls the bow.

This place, I think, is a hell of a place at the bottom of this land.

But here, this darkness is filled with the will of dazzling men.

It seems to me that the pain and suffering I have received so far is more like a prank than the pain I have received here and now. Through such a ordeal, I am impressed by the advancing Labyrinth Crusader with a similar impression of beauty.

Oh, my God, people are strong. How weak I was.

Here and now, in this place, Siegmund expresses his deep gratitude for his destiny to fight together and create a future.

A future where you can protect Mariella with both your own hands. I offer my prayers by sincerely asking her to come.

Prayer and thanksgiving Sieg's arrows are exalted by the Spirit Eye, and many spirits gather together. The "Spirit Eye" is healed by the effects of Regeneration (Regeneration) medicine after bleeding to impossible use.

The flesh that repeats regeneration and destruction, and the demons that repeat birth and death.

To put an end to that chain, Siegmund's arrows are unleashed towards The Demon Hand of Creation.

And Mariella...

"The potion is a healing thing. Even though it removes pain and suffering..."

No one tries to stop walking even if their arms are lifted and their legs are ripped off. No matter how much pain you suffer, as long as there is a potion, the wounds heal and return to the battlefield.

She came this far, bleeding, walking through the marks stained with that blood.

"Ma'am, I picked up some ground vein shards. Now make me a potion."

A bloody soldier hands Mariella a piece of ground vein obtained in this hierarchy. Although the magic of the herbs and moon that have been "crystallized" is still present, the shards of the ground vein that have been brought to it have not been used up.

It is a condition that is holding up because of the continuous restorative effect of Regeneration medicine.

"Mariela, make a potion. No one has given up. Mariella makes potions, so we can heal them, so we can all stand up to such demons.

I can squeeze my courage!

Sieg has always been by Mariella's side, protecting and encouraging her.

"But..."

Mariella's hands tremble as she receives her ground pulse shards.

"Damn, it's dangerous!

Just then, a small dragon at low altitude released a brace towards Mariella and the others.

A few sieges leaping forward release arrows to distract the ballistics of the braces and drop the dragon itself to the ground. The braces released were further played by the Shield Warrior and never hit Mariella, but the left half of Sieg, whose braces were scratched, is burning and bubbling, raising the smoke.

"Sieg!!!

Mariela screaming.

"It's okay. Regeneration medicine is working. This soon heals.

Don't stop, Mariela. Make me a potion.

We don't give up. Lynx never gave up until the last moment either.

Make a potion to keep our hopes open. "

Sieg looks at the fallen dragon and speaks to Mariella as she pulls her bow.

"But, but, Sieg..., there's blood..., even smoke..."

To Mariella's voice, who was about to cry, Siegmund looked back for a moment and smiled and said:

"Mariela, in this case, tell me to work hard."

"…………………………. Okay, I get it. Come on! Come on, Sieg! Good luck!!

Mariella cages her powers in her hand holding the shards of the ground vein.

(We're all working on it! I'm just being protected. What am I gonna do with it?

To Mariella like that, both Raptor and Salamander, "Gawgaw" and "Caw!" and cheer.

Smelting Space

It's good to continue with the alchemist, although I can only make potions, but nothing else. It's good to keep making potions, Mariella thinks.

(I also have something I can do for everyone......!

The ground-vein shards only have what you get from demons in this hierarchy, and the numbers are small. I can't waste one. With a prayer for every single potion to be made, with a wish, Mariella makes the potion with all the "Shizuku of Life" she can.

(Come on! Come on! Good luck everyone!)

Because the thoughts put into the potion are sure to arrive.

Mariella's thoughtful potion heals the wounds and magic of the Labyrinth Crusaders.

Mariella's thoughts are warmly stained with her heart stretched into an endless invisible battle and her body constricted to pain, reviving her beginnings before going to the labyrinth.

The soldiers facing the hierarchy lord have already caged their strength back in their weapons gripping hands and taken another step forward.